agali subah nahaate huye mainne usake naam kaa ek muth aur maaraa thaa. phir main office chalaa gayaa thaa.
shaam ko office se waapas aa kar, nahaate samay usake naam kaa ek aur muth maar kar, main baniyaan aur mini shorts (necker) mein drawing room mein deewaan par letaa huaa thaa. TV par hameshaa ki tarah kuchh chal raha thaa, aur meri nazarein TV ki screen par thin, magar main dekh nahin rahaa thaa.
tabhi call bell baji. mainne sochaa is samay to kisi ko nahin aanaa thaa. mainne TV kaa volume kam kiyaa aur uth kar magic eye se dekhaa. Shahid thaa. waisi hi teen button khuli T shirt, jis par ek bag usake kandhon se tangaa thaa.
mainne apane ek second mein tantanaa gaye lund ko zor se dabaa kar thandaa kiyaa, apani khushi dabaaee aur phir darawaazaa khol diyaa.
wo mujhe dekh kar apani wahi sharmaai si muskuraahat muskuraayaa, aur phir apani usi bhaari par mulaayam aawaaz mein bolaa, "hello, bhayyaa." phir usane ek pause de kar jodaa thaa, "pahachaanaa?"
mainne sochaa ki tere naam pe mutth par mutth maare jaa rahaa hoon, do raaton se tujhe nangaa kar ke apane saath sula rahaa hoon, ek baar teraa kunwaara munh aur teen baar teri kunwaari gaand chod chukaa hoon, main tujhe kaise bhool sakataa hoon? par mainne kahaa, "tumhaara cheharaa bhool sakataa hoon, par ye aawaaz ab hameshaa yaad rahegi."
wo apani wahi sharmaaee muskuraahat muskuraayaa thaa, bolaa, "thanks for the complement, bhayyaa."
phir usane thoda ruk kar jodaa thaa, "aapne bulaayaa thaa, main to aa dhamakaa."
main usake aas-paas dekhate huye bolaa thaa, "tumhaare dost nahin aaye?" waise mujhe usake doston se kuchh lenaa-denaa nahin thaa, par main usase yah kahane to nahin jaa rahaa thaa ki achhaa kiyaa apane doston ko saath naheen laayaa.
wo bolaa, "aapane unaki aawaaz ki taareef thode hi ki thi." aur phir apani wahi sharmaaee muskuraahat muskuraayaa thaa.
main hansaa thaa aur use andar aane kaa ishaaraa kiyaa thaa. wo bheetar aa kar TV dekhane lag gayaa thaa. main darawaazaa band kar ke usaki bagal mein aa kar khadaa ho gayaa thaa.
wo mud kar mere saamane ho gayaa aur phir mujhe oopar se neeche tak dekhate huye bolaa thaa, "aapne apani body to bahut badhiyaa maintain kari hui hai, bhayya."
meri maan chud gaee. meri gaand phat gaee. mere hosh ud gaye. main bewaqoofon ki tarah use ghoor rahaa thaa. wo yah kyaa mangal grah ke praniyon ki bhaashaa bol rahaa thaa?
wo mere badan kaa muaayanaa karane mein vyast thaa, isiliye use mere chehare kaa aascharya nahin dikhaa thaa. usane meri ek baanh ke phoole huye muscles par ek haath se teep maari. phir meri kamar par ek teep maari. phir apanaa haath mere peechhe le jaa kar mere phoole huye hip par ek teep maari. usakaa muaayanaa pooraa ho gayaa thaa. usane taareef bhari nazaron se meri aankhon mein dekhaa.
waise usane ekdam sahi kahaa thaa. meraa badan khoob bharaa-bharaa, phoolaa huaa thaa. motaapaa nahin thaa, phir bhi meraa badan kaafi bhaari thaa. kandhon ke oopar V bane huye the, seenaa chaudaa aur ubharaa huaa thaa, baahon ke muscles bahut developed the. mere pet par 6 pack bhi meri baniyaan ke baahar ubharataa thaa. meri raane bhi bahut phooli hui thin.
kai log mere badan ki taareef kar chuke the. sachche dil se. aur main bhi kai logon se waisaa kah chukaa thaa. kabhi sach, kabhi jhooth.
magar is tarah aadhe minute ki mulaakaat ke baad, agale hi din mere ghar aa ke kisi ne bhi jo pahali baat mujhase kahi thi wo yah nahin
thi.
mainne kahaa thaa, "thanks. apani kaho. itane lambe ho gaye ho. mummy se kaho ki ab to complan pilaanaa band kar dein."
wo phir apani wahi sharmaai muskuraahat muskuraayaa thaa, aur usane aage badh kar, mere paas aa kar, apanaa sar jhukaa kar mere kandhe par rakh kar chhupaa liyaa thaa.
meraa dimaag bhak se ud gayaa thaa. yah kyaa ho rahaa thaa?
par mere donon haath jaise apane aap badh kar usaki pant ki kamar par, T shirt ke baahar, baith gaye the. aur tab mujhe ehsaas huaa ki usaki kamar to jitanaa mainne sochaa thaa usase bhi patali thi. mainne phataaphat apani memory mein usaki har chudaai ke scene mein usaki kamar ko edit karke thik kiyaa. ab to aur mazaa aane lagaa thaa.
mainne apane donon haathon se usaki kamar ko naapaa, aur phir kahaa,"tumhaari kamar to bahut patali hai." aur isi bahaane apani ungaliyaan usake halke se ubhare huye hips mein chubhaa di thin.
usane ekdam se mere kandhe se apanaa sar hataayaa, apani mini T shirt ko kheench kar apane seene tak uthaa diyaa, aur apani kamar ko dekhate huaa bolaa thaa, "theek to hai, bhayya."
meri saans ruk gai thi.
phir mainne ek gahari saans lee thee. usakaa pet aur seenaa mere saamane nange khule huye the. gore-gore. kahin par bhi ek bhi baal nahin. usake donon chhote-chhote, gulaabi nipple dikh rahe the jinaki ghundiyaan ekdam sapaat thin. wo belt nahin pahane thaa.
usaki T shirt hatane ke baad mere donon haath usaki pant ki kamar par rakhe huye the. usaki nangi kamar meri ungaliyon se chhoo rahi thi. ekdam chikanaa. ekdam mulaayam. ekdam swaadisht.
wo mere chehare par jaise is ummeed se dekh rahaa thaa ki mujhase certificate chaahataa ho ki usaki kamar theek hai.
mainne crosscheck karane ke liye usaki kamar par chaaron or apani ungaliyaan phereen theen. aur usake mulaayam aur chikane badan pe phisal rahi meri ungaliyon mein bijaliyaan daud gayi theen.
main use jhootha certificate dene nahin jaa rahaa thaa. mainne baat badalane ke liye poochhaa thaa, "baniyaan nahin pahanate?"
wo bolaa thaa, "T shirt ke saath baniyaan kyaa pahananaa?" phir jaldi se jodaa thaa, "magar pant ke neeche underwear pahanataa hoon." aur wo apani wahi sharmaaee muskuraahat muskuraayaa thaa.
mere lund ko jaise kisi ne tezaab mein dubo diyaa ho. wo jaan bachaane ke liye machal rahaa thaa.
ek taraf to mujhe lag rahaa thaa ki wo mujhase flirt kar rahaa hai, par doosari taraf usaki kamasini aur masoomiyat dekh kar mujhe lag rahaa thaa ki wo flirt kaa matalab bhi nahin jaanataa hogaa. lagataa thaa ki wo ekdam bacchon ki tarah naadaan hai aur baat se baat apane aap nikal rahi hai. usaki maasoomiyat kaa bahaav mujhe bhi apane saath bahaane lagaaa thaa. meraa dimaag band ho chukaa thaa.
mainne apani ungaliyon ko usake saamane usaki pant ki kamar par rakh kar usaki pant ko thodaa neeche kheench diyaa. usaki patali kamar par ataki usaki dheeli pant kuchh neeche khisak gaee.
aur usakaa goraa, chikanaa pet thoda aur neeche tak dikhane lagaa thaa. usaki naabhi bhi dikhane lagi thi jisake beech ek ghundi uth kar usake pet ke level se bhi oopar aa rahi thi. usake koi baal nahin thaa. usaki chaddhi kaa motaa elastic dikhane lagaa thaa.
mainne certificate diyaa, 'haan. pahane to ho." phir mainne poochhaa thaa, "legs waali hai?" mere haath usake badan par hi rakhe huye the.
usane kahaa thaa, "haan. bhayya." phir usake chehare par jigyaasaa aae thi aur usane poochhaa thaa, "aap kaun si pahanate hain, bhayyaa?"
meraa dimaag gaandu to ho hi chukaa thaa. par mujhe ab usaki speed bahut tez lagane lagi thi. mere comfort ke level se zyaadaa tez. mainne use dheemaa karanaa chaahaa. mainne kahaa, "pahalaa sawaal to yah banataa hai, ki main pahanataa bhi hoon ki nahin."
usane ekdam se apanaa ek haath neeche laa kar mere mini shorts ki daaeen leg mein andar ghused diyaa. main kuchh samajhoon isase pahale hi usakii ungaliyaan meri raanon ki mazaboot, phooli-phooli muscles par achchhi tarah ragadati hui, mere baalon ko dabaati hui, meri chaddhi ki silaaee tak pahunch gaee theen.
meri saari tayyaariyaan dhari ki dhari rah gai theen. main chihunk ke thodaa peechhe hataa thaa, par mere shorts ke bheetar ghuse huye usake haath ne mujhe hatane naheen diyaa. meraa shorts thodaa aur phail gayaa aur usake haath ko aur jagah mil gaee.
he bhagwaan. usane sochaa hogaa ki mainne hil kar usake haath ke liye aur jagah nikaal di hai. usane apanaa haath tedhaa kar ke poori tarah mere shorts ki leg mein ghused diyaa.
he bhagwaan. meraa lund kaafi khadaa ho chukaa thaa, aur chaddhi mein usi taraf phailaa huaa thaa jidhar usakaa haath thaa. agar usane apana haath zaraa saa bhi oopar khiskaayaa to usaki ungaliyaan mere lund par hongee. wo kyaa sochegaa?
usane sharmaate huye ek shiqaayat si ki, "pahanate to hain, bhayya." jaise mainne use bewaqoof banaane ki naakaamayaab qoshish ki ho.
usane mere chihukane, peechhe hatane ki qoshish, meri udati hui hawaaiyon par koi dhyaan nahin diyaa. wo meri shorts par waheen dekh rahaa thaa, jahaan usakaa haath meri shorts ke bheetar ghusaa huaa thaa. kyaa usako mere khade lund kaa ubhaar nazar aa rahaa hogaa? main apane bheetar itani himmat bhi nahin laa paayaa ki apani gardan neeche kar ke khud dekh loon. shaayad isiliye ki meraa man jaanataa thaa ki jawaab haan mein milane waalaa thaa.
usane apanaa haath meri shorts se baahar nikaalane ki koi qoshish nahin ki thi. ulte ab wo meri chaddhi ki pooraa silaaaee trace kar rahaa thaa. usaki ungaliyaan meri chadhhi ke jod par saamane se ghoomati hui, mere poore hip par se hoti hui peechhe meri jaanghon ke jod par pahuncheen, jahaan meri shorts ki leg ne use aage badhane se rok diyaa thaa.
aur phir usane certificate diyaa, "briefs hai." jaise ek jagah se chhone se pataa nahin chalataa ho ki briefs hai yaa legs waali hai.
usane apanaa pooraa haath mere hip par rakhaa aur meri chaddhi ke baahar meri raanon par nikale mote, lambe baalon kaa ek dher apani mutthi mein bhar kar dabaayaa. mere baal khinch gaye the aur mujhe dard huaa thaa. par bahut mazaa aayaa.
usane kahaa thaa, "kyaa sexy baal hain aapapke, bhayyaa."
mainne apane badan se usakaa dhyaan hataane ke liye usake chikane pet par apani ungaliyaan pheri aur kahaa, "tumhaare baal to abhi aaye hi nahin hain."
usane jaise apanaa sabase badaa raaz zaahir karate huye kahaa, "neeche to khoob saare aa gaye hain, bhayyaa."
he bhagwaan.
aur usane apane pet par rakhi meri ungali ko apane haath se pakad kar apani underwear ke elastic mein daal kar neeche tak ghused diyaa. meri ungali ne wahaan par waakari mein baalon kaa ek ghanaa guchchaa paayaa.
he bhagwaan. mainne kahaa, "haan re, yahaan to pooraa jungle hai." phir mainne baat ko mazaak mein udaane ke liye kahaa thaa, "wig to nahin lagaa rakhi hai?"
wo khul kar hansaa aur jaise mere shaq ko door karane ke liye usane meri ungali ko daayein kone tak, phir baayein kone tak ghumaayaa. usaki chaddhi ke bheetar meri ungali usaki jhaanton par ghoomi.
wo apani wahi sharmaai muskuraahat muskuraayaa thaa aur afasos jataataa huaa bolaa thaa, "is baar bahut din se kaate nahin hain, bhayya." phir usane mujhe jaise yaqeen dilaayaa thaa, "waise main hameshaa ekdam saaf rakhataa hoon."
aur phir usane poochhaa thaa, "aap bhi saaf hi rakhate hain naa, bhayya?"
aur mere 'he bhagwaan' sochane se pahale usane apanaa haath mere shorts ki leg se nikaal kar saamane mere shorts par rakh diyaa, aur meri jhaanton kaa ek badaa saa guchchhaa apani mutthi mein le kar zor se dabaayaa. mujhe dard huaa thaa, par mazaa aayaa thaa.
usane shiqaayat kari thi, "kyaa bhayya. aap bhi kaatanaa bhool gaye?"
phir usane apanaa haath meri pant se hataa liyaa. mujhe thodaa chain aayaa. chalo, wo mere lund tak nahin pahunchaa thaa waranaa meri kyaa izzat rah jaati. magar meraa dil yah bhi kah rahaa thaa ki wo jaan boojh kar mere lund se door rahaa thaa. chalo achchhaa hai, kuchh to lihaaz kiyaa usane.
mainne bhi apani anguli usaki chaddhi se baahar kheench lee thee. par mere haath usake gore, chikane, mulaayam badan se hataane ko tayyaar hi nahin the. meri ungali usaki naabhi ki uthi hui ghundi se takaraai thi. usaki uthi huyi naabhi mujhe aakarshit kar rahi thi. mainne usaki ghundi ho hilaayaa aur phir bheetar press kiyaa.
wo bolaa, "bhayya, yah to nahin soch rahe hain ki meraa yahaan nikalaa huaa hai?" phir wo apani wahi sharmaaee si muskuraahat muskurayaa thaa.
main ghabaraa gayaa aur mainne apane haath usake badan se hataa liye.
usane apani T shirt chhod di. usaka badan phir se dhak gayaa thaa.
aur wo bolaa, "yah to trailor hai, bhayya, 8 inch ki poori movie to neeche hai."
main hakabakaa gayaa. itani saafgoi ki mujhe koi ummeed nahin thee. wo kyaa soch rahaa thaa? wo kyaa chaahataa thaa?
wo ek jet plane ki tarah udaa aa rahaa thaa, jisase takaraa kar use rokane ki meri chidiyaa jaisi koshishein chithade ho chuki thin.
usane kuchh der mere jawaab kaa intazaar kiyaa, par mujhe chup paa kar aage bolaa thaa. "bhayya, apakaa to aath inch se bhi badaa hogaa?"
aur wo meri shorts par dekhate huye jaise baahar se hi pataa lagaane ki qoshish karane lagaa. shukar hai, waranaa wo mere mere chehare par udatee hawaaeyaan dekh letaa. meraa lund pooraa 6 inch khadaa thaa. itanaa ki apani tight shorts mein mujhe dard mahsoos hone lagaa thaa.
mainne hakalaate huye kahaa thaa, "na hee n."
usane meri aankhon mein apani aankhein daalate huye avishwaash se kahaa thaa, "main maan hi nahin sakataa. aapaki sexy body ke saath to 12 inch kaa hogaa."
phir meraa jhooth pakadane ke liye usane apanaa haath meri shorts par mere lund ke ekdam oopar rakh diyaa.
meraa lund zor se kaanpaa. mujhe lagaa ki meraa lund maal jhadane waalaa hai.
usane mere lund ki poori length par apanaa haath phiraayaa thaa aur apani baat par dantaa rahate huye bolaa thaa, "abhi baithaa hai isiliye 6 inch kaa hai. khadaa hogaa to 10 inch se kam kaa to kyaa hogaa." jaise use khade aur baithe lund mein farq karane ki tameez na ho.
main kuchh nahin bol paayaa. tab usane mere lund se apane haath hataa liyaa. wo bolaa, "magar bhayyaa, aapaka baithaa lund bhi mere khade lund se duganaa motaa hai."
usane phir kuchh der mere jawaab kaa intazaar kiyaa, par mujhe chup pa kar bolaa thaa, "sach, bhayyaa, yah dekhiye." aur usane meraa haath apane haath mein jakad kar apani dheeli pant par apane lund ke ekdam uupar rakh diyaa.
main paagal ho gaya tha. main apane haath ko hataanaa chaahataa thaa, par meraa haath meri baat hi nahin maan rahaa thaa.
usakaa lund achchhaa khaasaa khadaa thaa, aur meri hatheli ke ek side se doosare side tak jaa rahaa thaa. mujhe usaki lambaaee maaloom nahin pad rahi thi, par haan usakaa lund waakai mein mere lundh se kam motaa thaa. mere 4 inch se aadhaa to naheen par kareeb 3 inch motaa to yaqeenan hogaa.
usane mere haath ko apane lund par jad se tope tak ghumaayaa thaa. usakaa lund waakai mein 8 inch lambaa thaa. usane meri ungaliyon ko apane supaade ke donon taraf kiyaa, aur apane haathon se meri ungaliyon ko dabaayaa thaa jisase meri ungaliyon mein usakaa supaadaa zor se dab gayaa thaa. usake chehare par dard ki lakeerein ubharin thin. usane ek karaah nikaalate huye kahaa thaa, "uh, bhayyaa. itane zor se nahin." jaise mainne apani marzi se usakaa supaada dabaayaa ho.
par wo apani wahi sharmaaee muskuraahat muskuraa rahaa thaa. phir usane meraa haath chhod diyaa thaa. meri saans mein saans aaee.
mainne kahaa "baitho."
wo kuchh der tak sochataa rahaa, phir bolaa, "ab jaataa hoon, bhayyaa. idhar se jaa rahaa thaa ki aapaki yaad aa gaee. sochaa hello kahataa chaloon. phir kisi din aauungaa."
pataa nahin kyon meraa man udaas ho gayaa.
tabhi wo bolaa, "bhayya, bees rupaye de denge. baad ko lautaa doongaa."
mainne bedroom se bees rupaye laakar use de diye.
aur phir wo chalaa gayaa thaa.
jaise hi mainne darawaazaa band kiyaa, mainne apani baniyaan, shorts aur chaddhi utaar kar phenk di thin, aur wahin deewaan par nangaa let kar mutth maaraa thaa, usaki baaton, usaki harakaton, usake badan ke nazaare aur chuwan ko yaad karate huye. kyaa jhadaa thaa meraa.
tab mujhe yaad aayaa ki mainne abhi aadhe ghante pahale nahaate samay mutth maaraa thaa.
agale din shaam ko ghar aate hi mujhe usaki harkatein yaad aane lagi thin. us shaam baahar koi bhi aahat hoti, yaa lift ki aawaaz sunaai padati to main magic eye se jhaank kar dekhataa.
kaafi der baad ghanti baji to mainne muskaraate huye lapak kar darawaazaa khol diyaa. tiffin waale ne namaste kari aur meri muskuraahat dekh kar chaunk gayaa. mainne pat se apani muskuraahat dabaai. usane tiffin mere haath mein diyaa, aur chalaa gayaa.
Shahid us din nahin aayaa.
wo usake agale din bhi nahin aayaa.
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